The questions kept coming and coming. Every question had an answer. But there were questions about the answers. I had no chance of knowing anything right away. I felt so much closer to logan a complete stranger.
"how did she die?"
"is she the first"
"why do we live in pain?"
"who did this to us?"
"is there more of them us?"
I asked and asked and asked I would have kept on going because of the adrenaline but Logan yawned. I haven't slept so I should do that.
"I'm sorry Logan are you tired? hungry?"
"both actually!"
I reached into my backpack for a granola bar I saved and I handed it to logan.
"thanks, I'm starving"
"no problem. I think you should sleep you look wasted, I'll get us some more firewood aight "
"ok"
It's so hard to believe everything that's happened. I have never felt so sure about anything in all of my life.logan is the only veritable thing in my life it feels so weird like its the first time. I'm already protective over him and I barely know him because I only went as far as I can to still see him. This happened unconsciously. The thing is can I really trust him or is he another lier. He knows a lot of I know so that cant ever be true.
An arm full of sticks is fine. I came back to the fire and Logan was sleeping. what now? where do we go? I added the sticks to the fire and lay down next to Logan. The heat of the fire on my face made me feel better, I want to go somewhere, I don't want to stay here but there's no way I'm leaving Logan he's my key, my friend.
